I have a confession - I have recently rejoined the work-a-holics of America. Or at least I hope too very soon. I just completed my first shift in softlines at Target. Coming from someone who barely hangs his own clothes up, it would appear to be an irony that I spend the wee hours of the morning putting clothes away. But I am anxious to enjoy the sneak preview of new merchandise. Thank the stars that I wasn't assigned into homewares, or holiday. I'd never have a paycheck to bring home.
Now place Job 1, 4 college courses, and a midnight shift into a blender and you have: well you don't have much of a social life I tell you that.